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05-05-2014, 12:59 PM
Slip our hand into His
Yet I am always with you; you hold me by my right
Psalm 73:23
One day, my daughter Julie asked me to pick up four-year-old Katie at kindergarten. Katie bounded out to the car, delighted to see me, and we drove off. I had to stop by the drugstore, and as Katie and I got out of the car, she immediately put her hand into mine. She seemed to do it without thinking or making a big deal of it. What a wonderful thing it is to have a small trusting hand thrust into your own. As we left the drugstore, once again her hand found mine. No words. Not even a glance. Just her hand securely nestled in mine.
Driving home I thought about the incident. Why, God must feel exactly as I had! What a joy He must experience when with complete trust and without fanfare we simply slip our hand into His and walk alongside Him quietly and with absolute faith.
by Marion Bond West
Yet I am always with you; you hold me by my right
Psalm 73:23
One day, my daughter Julie asked me to pick up four-year-old Katie at kindergarten. Katie bounded out to the car, delighted to see me, and we drove off. I had to stop by the drugstore, and as Katie and I got out of the car, she immediately put her hand into mine. She seemed to do it without thinking or making a big deal of it. What a wonderful thing it is to have a small trusting hand thrust into your own. As we left the drugstore, once again her hand found mine. No words. Not even a glance. Just her hand securely nestled in mine.
Driving home I thought about the incident. Why, God must feel exactly as I had! What a joy He must experience when with complete trust and without fanfare we simply slip our hand into His and walk alongside Him quietly and with absolute faith.
by Marion Bond West